'TIS night -- still night! The murmuring world lies still! All things which are lie still and whisper not; The owl, the bat, the clock which strikes the hour And summons forgetful man to think of heaven, The midnight cricket on the ashy hearth, Are quiet, dumb! Hope, Fear, lie drown'd in dreams; And conscience, calmer than a baby's breath, Murders the heart no more. Who goes? 'Tis naught, Save the bird echo, who comes back to me Afraid o' the silence. Love! art thou asleep? Rose o' the night, on whom the soft dew lies, Here come I, sweet, mocking the nightingale, To sing of endless love, passionate pain, And wishes that know no rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG MY MOTHER by WILLIAM BELL SCOTT TO MICHAL: SONNETS AFTER MARRIAGE: 8. AFTER RONSARD by CHARLES WILLIAMS |